Welcome, friend. Well, there's a sight for sore eyes. Look at you all gussied up, just for me. What are those, fruit of the looms? Is that too big and ask, Chester? That people dress up to listen? I beg your pardon. Sometimes I like to pretend

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All right, friends.

Smoke them if you got them and drink those glasses to the bottom because your old buddy

Drew Blood has a tale to tell. And tonight, our

tale comes courtesy of R.K. Combrink by way of our pals at Vailoch's books. This one's from his

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and audio. So without further delay, from R.K. Combrink, I give you

blood oranges.

So what's that tattoo all about?

Lawrence pointed to the inside of Megan's forearm.

She stopped arranging onions and turned her arm outwards,

looking down at the drawing inked into her pale skin.

It was a human arm,

hand outstretched and grasping as it disappeared into a field of lush red flowers.

She chuckled self-consciously and shrugged.

Lawrence grinned.

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